vatheon | A Brand New Year

The island was certainly all abuzz now. The natives mingle around, decorations abounding and food laid out on tables and still being made. They certainly went all out this time, but if asked they just respond “We’ve been granted another year by the great Lamufao.”

Don’t think about it too hard.

Either way, they’re showing all of their gratitude for the foreigners now. Food is being offered shamelessly, good cheer and compliments and thank you’s passing through each native’s lips.

Near the elevator, in an open field, the party is taking place. They nagged and nagged for the foreigners to dress up; if you didn’t, you might feel a little out of place here. But the food and the music are both excellent and dancing is optional, at least.

The beach is a bit more chill. Enjoy the warmth and the water, maybe kick back and have a drink. It’s night time, certainly, but the weather is still pleasant and the sand is warm.

More attracted by the food on those tables? That’s quite alright; there’s food of all sorts from all sorts of places, not just seafood (be grateful to the natives for trying). There are a few Vatheon only dishes, however, for the daring! (Is that more kraken on that plate…?)

And then, near midnight, comes the fireworks. How romantic would it be to exchange kisses at the stroke of midnight under the light of the fireworks? Or just enjoy them with a friend; they light up the sky, pretty and nothing too fancy…though the natives seem to think that they are incredible.

Most of all, have fun, mingle and enjoy the new year!

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[Who in their right mind would watch fireworks through dark sunglasses?]

[Yomiel, that's who. The programmer stands on the beach, watching the show with a rather unreadable expression. So many things had happened since that fateful night. And with a new year, was it possible that he was new as well?]

[He dodn't know. Maybe things would never change. Dead was dead -or, in his case, cycling through his last minutes over and over again was cycling through his last minutes over and over again. He would never age while that thing was still inside him. That's the way it would always be.]

So much for a happy new year...

[Izaya knows a guy or two that would. Izaya's also donned in this shredded kimono and no shoes because of that one other guy he knew. Doesn't stop him from smiling.

He's walking along, arms swinging out widely when he notices-- Yomiel. Ah! It's been far too long and the last time he'd seen the programmer had been around Christmas.

He's near enough to hear that little pessimistic bit and he pouts. ]

What's this? [He sidles right up next to Yomiel, instantly sliding an arm through Yomiel's]

You seem sad. Something the matter, Yomiel~?

[He flinches slightly at the arm around his, and then turns and frowns slightly when he realizes it's Izaya. Oh, that little Christmas gift of his had taken the whole day to fix. So thoughtful of the informant, really. Yomiel would have to give him a gift of his one once the celebrations were over.]

Just thinking that nothing really changes, that's all.

[Izaya tried. He had had fun with making those naked pixels anyway. Izaya had kept a track on that virus and was pretty impressed when Yomiel got rid of it fairly quick. If he hadn't been a programmer...]

Eh? Is that right?

[Izaya looks down at his cracked, dirty feet and smiles inwardly.]

Ah I guess I get that. Things don't change. Not that easily anyway. What do you want to be changed?

I want my past circumstances to be changed. But considering that no one here can move back in time and change them, I'm rather stuck where I am.

[A pause.]

No one can change their past. No one.

[He doesn't really expect the extent of Yomiel's seriousness and for a moment, Izaya becomes rather serious as well.]

Of course not. It's the curse of humanity, isn't it? And by the time people realize how valuable their choices are, it's too late to change anything. Especially with time. Time expands things and stretches them far apart and it only ever complicates anything.

And I frankly don't believe that time heals. Sometimes, time is the world's cruelest form of torture. But honestly, I've learned by now that there's no point in sulking. It's just another bad choice, hn?

Time is a curse, if you think about it. Believe me, I know.

[Ten whole years of being like this...it felt like a hundred.]

True, sulking does nothing. That is why I prefer action, in the end.

I think most people do.

Ah? Action? Like what?

[He let's go of Yomiel's arm in favor of sitting down on the grass beside him. He's tired, after all, and why not? The show has only just begun.]

[He lets Izaya do that, and then turns to smirk at him.]

You don't know? How surprising, Izaya, I thought you knew me well.

[And he turns to stare upwards at the streaks of light painting the nighttime sky.]

I've mentioned it many times before.

Revenge.

Tch. I know you want revenge. But I'm curious now as to how exactly you plan on getting that revenge. I mean, being stuck here in Vatheon. Or is Yomiel just plotting?

[He watches Yomiel instead of the show, his legs collected to his chest.]

I mean, Vatheon isn't exactly ideal for people like us, hn? Our ambitions get interrupted.

I can't get revenge if the people I want to get revenge aren't here. Surely you know that. So I guess I'm just plotting. But maybe, I've been thinking, revenge isn't fr me. There always seems to be somebody who messes my plans up...

[A pause as the fireworks reflect on the dark glass of his sunglasses with bright patterns and lines.]

That's true. It's a real barrier, isn't it?

A Brand New Year

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